Page 14 of Trick Play

I raised a finger to those lips. “Give me a minute, till my legs work.”

He grinned and, picking me up like I weighed nothing—swoon—carried me to the bed, dropping me down gently. Then he stepped back and started stripping. As his golden skin was revealed, I drank in every scar, every muscle, making mental snapshots. I never wanted to forget this.

He unbuckled his belt, slipping it through the belt loops, and I whimpered again. His smile widened before he turned around and slowly shoved his pants and boxers down, giving me a show.

“Stop dawdling.” I said, but secretly, I enjoyed every second.

He stepped out of his pants and turned to me, naked and beautiful, stiff cock showing how turned on he was. By me!

He crossed to the bed and dropped down on top of me, arms and legs keeping his weight from crushing me. “As you wish.”

I was gone. A Princess Bride reference on top of everything else, and things I shouldn’t be feeling this quickly rushed through me. He was ruining me, and I never wanted him to stop.

Larry

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Quoting Westley from The Princess Bride was cheesy as fuck, but it slipped out. And based on Kelli’s reaction, she got it. I lowered myself on bent arms to kiss her, losing myself in the feel of her mouth. One hand pushed into my hair, the other sliding down my back. She spread her legs and pressed against my cock as I fit against her pussy.

“Are you ready?”

“Stop dawdling,” she repeated. “I want you inside me.”

As she fucking wished. I rolled off her to reach for the condoms and reluctantly slid her thong off. Someday I’d fuck her while she wore it, but not now. I would treat something she wore for me with more respect our first time together.

First, but not last. Not if it was up to me. And based on how she was responding, not for her either.

I was back between her legs, cock wrapped, as quickly as possible. I almost asked again if she was ready, but she was pulling me in with her hands on my ass, so I did as requested, sliding into her wet heat.

I groaned, every nerve lit up and sending pleasure messages through my body. Kelli’s hands on my ass urged me to move. I leaned down to kiss her, and then pulled out to plunge back inside her willing body.

So willing. She welcomed every thrust, wrapping her legs around my hips and digging her fingers into my back. My eyes closed, savoring the sensations, but when I opened them, she was staring at me, pupils wide, whimpers escaping her mouth. I kissed her again.

“Can you come a second time?” I asked, pausing to grasp onto some control.

She blinked. “Um, maybe?”

“Challenge accepted.” I pushed up on one arm, sliding one hand to her clit. “Would this help?” I touched her and her body jerked and shuddered. She nodded.

I started thrusting again, long, slow strokes to keep her nerve endings stimulated while I played with her clit. Soft touches, harder, pressing and circling, watching her response to see what worked for her. My sweat dropped on her body, but she had her eyes closed, hips twitching, and finally she clenched around me with a gasp.

I let myself go then, now fast and hard as my own orgasm started with a tingling in my balls and moving up my spine till with a shout I pulsed into the condom.

I drew in long, shuddering breaths, my heart slowly starting to settle. Kelli was lying lax beneath me, a small smile on her face. I leaned down to kiss her again.

“I’ll take care of the condom,” I said, pulling out of her carefully.

She sat up. “Okay if I use your bathroom?”

I pointed out the doorway and then collapsed back onto the bed. I felt good. So good.

Sometimes sex was a transaction, mutual orgasms to scratch an itch. Sometimes I felt used after, like my partner was ticking off a square on their Sex with Hockey Players bingo card. Sometimes it wasn’t good at all.

This had been amazing. And when Kelli reappeared in the doorway of my en suite, looking shy, I patted the bed.

She bit her lip. “You sure?”

For once, I didn’t have the urge to send a woman on her way so she didn’t read too much into this. For once, I wanted her to want more. “You don’t have to work tomorrow, right? Since it’s Saturday?”